Page 110 of Sin City Dark
Shit.He’d caught her looking.
She tore her gaze away and focused on his intense, dark eyes, now fully alert and glinting with amusement.
“Anything else you need?” he asked.
You, deep inside me.
His expression changed then, no longer amused.
No, those eyes were filled with something else now. “Let me rephrase that. Is there anything else you want that I can give you?” His voice was thick.
She couldn’t have answered if she tried.
He made a sound low in his throat.
And then, the sheet began to move aside.
Suddenly, she couldn’t get her lungs to work.
Oh God.
Slowly, slowly, the sheet dragged to the side, and Jannie realized Nick had grasped a fistful of fabric and was pulling it off his lower body.
He smirked. “Keep looking.”
His invitation triggered a strong pulse and a tingling, throbbing ache inside her that intensified with every passing second.
His gravelly voice, his beautiful body … She should leave, but she couldn’t seem to move or look away. His left leg came into view, and she shuddered at the sight of his thick thigh, catching half of her lower lip between her teeth.
“Tell me to stop,” he said.
God help her, she couldn’t.
The sheet was now perilously close to exposing him. Watching in crazed anticipation, she swore she felt her pupils dilate. This 3:00 a.m. version of Nick was so different from the daytime gentleman pilot, but it was just as hot—no, a million times hotter.
She should go.
She didn’t move.
To her relief and sudden disappointment, he stopped pulling, leaving the fabric right at the juncture of his thigh. “Do you want me, Jannie?”
God, yes. So badly.
He must have read the truth in her expression because he nodded.“When are you going to finally take what you want?”
She stared at him. Sitting there, partially covered, he was the very picture of masculine temptation. She didn’t think it was possible for what the sheet concealed to grow longer, but it did.
Her mouth actually watered. She swallowed.
His fiery eyes taunted her. His hand fisted over the sheet beside his concealed erection.
Was he going to grip himself? Why was she dying to see him do that?
He held her gaze, and she trembled at the sight of nighttime Nick and the magnetic force emanating from him, flowing directly into her.
A bead of moisture appeared on the fabric.
Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head.
